Why did you do that?
Why did you do it to me?
All those things you did,
Couldn't you see you were hurting me?
Why did you want to?
Why did you lie?
Now that you have,
Are you glad I want to die?
Why are you so cruel?
Why don't you care?
Is it because I don't matter?
Or just because I was there?
Why couldn't you have been drunk?
Why couldn't you have been high too?
Because that could have been you excuse,
Or was it something you intended to do?
I hate what you have done to me,
I hate the way I feel,
I hate everything you did,
And I hate your little deal.
I hate to feel so vulnerable,
I hate to feel so weak,
I hate the way my lip trembles,
As I try to speak.
I wish that She never met you,
I wish you was dead, not her.
I admit, I say a lot of things,
But my hatred for you is pure.
If I say goodbye,
I know I'll still remember,
I just want to forget,
About what happened that September.
Why did you do that?
Why did you do it to me?
All those things you did,
Couldn't you see you were hurting me?
